2002-11-07 | THE STORY (PT. I)

lying on the floor at Richies house in Long Beach, reading SPIN magazine... and thinking:

...How did I get here?

It's a long, and possibly boring story. Even trite, maybe.

I'm on the floor of the room that the dog, "Strohman" used to "live" in. It still reeks of certain dog smells.... At least I hope that's what those random stenches are. It's better to just stick with the initial assumptions. But there's no sense in driving myself crazy about what it could be.

I've always had this ability to block out things....whether they be evil thoughts in my head, that are secretly plotting to destroy me, or little things that happen everyday, such as strange odors, or.... annoying people. Unfortunately, on the latter, I seem to be slightly more unsuccessful.

But anyway, I'm here. This is where I am. And so much of my time is filled with thoughts like these.

That's what the unknown will do to you.

When you are unsure of your immediate future, your brain can be at it's most lethal. Too much time to ponder things, can wreck any hope of what good may be on it's way. When there is no estimated time of arrival, there's nothing you can do sometimes but play out absurd scenarios in your head. It's the game of trying to outrun this senseless killer before it snatches your pride and throws it unmercifully to the ground, that seems to be life's eternal struggle. Well, at least mine, anyway.

(to be continued)

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